10 things I miss about Pinas
1. Anna, Carla, Anton, Miki, Jorge and Lolo Edu
I miss these people dearly and daily. I miss pestering them for the most part. I realized i can have all the friends i want (due to my undeniable charm), yet when it comes down to it there is nothing quite like having a handful of good quality friends. And I HAVE good quality friends; Friends you can have decent, substantial conversations with. Friends who enjoy the same things like you do (say, razons and cheap wine?). Friends WHO GETS YOU (my sense of humor really isnt that complicated, some people just aren't that smart). Friends who can tell me i'm full shit, i'm spoiled, i'm maarte straight to my face (or well, sometimes thru text). Friends whom i share "barok moments" with and laugh about it (because being barok IS funny). Friends I can smoke a cig with, and actually enjoy it.
And most specially, friends who understand the importance of a decent manicure.
2. Jennie and Ida
And just when i thought i am the most dramatic, self-absorbed girl on the planet, God gave me friends whom I can spend hours over-dramatizing even the most mundane things on earth.. just so we have a reason to spend brunches, late lunches, and a glass of wine in the midst of boring weekday afternoons.
3. Nescafe Ice in the morning (because im too cheap to buy figaro everyday)
This is work-related. This is my "work-redbull". I do miss going to work. Can you imagine? Yah, I am THAT homesick.
4. Lighting a cig with Anne and Michelle in P5 (like 10 times a day)
If not for them i can't even imagine how boring work-life would have been. Smoking and gossiping, how can we do without it?
5. Las Villas
Needless to say besides having my family there, my friends are 10 minutes away or less than a 50peso cab ride away. And then there's the walkable tsiendesitas and razons (altho i don't walk).. it's HOME.
6. Anna's house and everybody in it.
Even yaya ana, i miss yaya too.. oh, and buster... and that huge daga who loves scaring the shit out of all of us for kicks.
7. Walking down paseo (seriously i walk)
For a quick lunch, a drinking session at jen and loui's, or a late night at 121. I miss being able to walk to and from my flat safely and freely (by freely i mean in shorts), without having to worry if some sexually-repressed foreign guy is about to pull over.
8. Kani Mango Salad at UCC in paseo center
Just because. Gone are the days when i can afford to burn 400bucks on coffee and salad, just because... i'm bored and i considered coming down from my flat via elevator and walking across the street exercise. And I'd convince myself that eating alone in public is liberating and therapeutic even if it means i have to charge this 'spiritual journey' to my credit card. Aaah the luxuries i took for granted.
9. ZARA
There's zara in dubai i know this, sherlock. But it just not quite the same. First of all, its hard to shop when the sales people dont know you coz you won't be able to reserve an item for more than a day, and in Manila(i mean glorietta and powerplant) i get the priveledge to stall them for 3 days til i make up my freaking mind, which means convincing myself to go broke. To an impulsive-highly-in-debt shopper like me, RESERVATION IS VITAL. Besides, zara shop here is filled with snotty, big-breasted women with serious silicone injected lips... i stand in line with them looking like a lolita (what an ego boost).
10. Being able to afford a manicure or a day at the spa
I know this sounds irritating and a bit spoiled. But seriously, my ingrown and kalyos(plural form) are a major issue. Try walking or better yet dancing in this state, and you'll realize that this is a serious subject. Anything that disables you physically should never be taken lightly. Now with that said, can i afford to spend 1,300pesos weekly on a freaking manicure and pedicure? No. And speaking of spoiling myself rotten, i had to make do with the 15-minute massage stall they set-up right smack in the middle of the mall, where indians line up to watch you being rubbed as your ass wiggled. It's tragic.
P.S.
Despite being broke and missing these little luxuries and cheap thrills, truth be told i've never been happier :) Leaving home and embarking on this path is by far the biggest risk i ever took in my life and is my most liberating experience to date. If there is anything I wished i can take with me wherever i go, it would be my best friends. I feel almost uncertain i'd find anything as good as them.. (i'm not drunk).
I miss these people dearly and daily. I miss pestering them for the most part. I realized i can have all the friends i want (due to my undeniable charm), yet when it comes down to it there is nothing quite like having a handful of good quality friends. And I HAVE good quality friends; Friends you can have decent, substantial conversations with. Friends who enjoy the same things like you do (say, razons and cheap wine?). Friends WHO GETS YOU (my sense of humor really isnt that complicated, some people just aren't that smart). Friends who can tell me i'm full shit, i'm spoiled, i'm maarte straight to my face (or well, sometimes thru text). Friends whom i share "barok moments" with and laugh about it (because being barok IS funny). Friends I can smoke a cig with, and actually enjoy it.
And most specially, friends who understand the importance of a decent manicure.
2. Jennie and Ida
And just when i thought i am the most dramatic, self-absorbed girl on the planet, God gave me friends whom I can spend hours over-dramatizing even the most mundane things on earth.. just so we have a reason to spend brunches, late lunches, and a glass of wine in the midst of boring weekday afternoons.
3. Nescafe Ice in the morning (because im too cheap to buy figaro everyday)
This is work-related. This is my "work-redbull". I do miss going to work. Can you imagine? Yah, I am THAT homesick.
4. Lighting a cig with Anne and Michelle in P5 (like 10 times a day)
If not for them i can't even imagine how boring work-life would have been. Smoking and gossiping, how can we do without it?
5. Las Villas
Needless to say besides having my family there, my friends are 10 minutes away or less than a 50peso cab ride away. And then there's the walkable tsiendesitas and razons (altho i don't walk).. it's HOME.
6. Anna's house and everybody in it.
Even yaya ana, i miss yaya too.. oh, and buster... and that huge daga who loves scaring the shit out of all of us for kicks.
7. Walking down paseo (seriously i walk)
For a quick lunch, a drinking session at jen and loui's, or a late night at 121. I miss being able to walk to and from my flat safely and freely (by freely i mean in shorts), without having to worry if some sexually-repressed foreign guy is about to pull over.
8. Kani Mango Salad at UCC in paseo center
Just because. Gone are the days when i can afford to burn 400bucks on coffee and salad, just because... i'm bored and i considered coming down from my flat via elevator and walking across the street exercise. And I'd convince myself that eating alone in public is liberating and therapeutic even if it means i have to charge this 'spiritual journey' to my credit card. Aaah the luxuries i took for granted.
9. ZARA
There's zara in dubai i know this, sherlock. But it just not quite the same. First of all, its hard to shop when the sales people dont know you coz you won't be able to reserve an item for more than a day, and in Manila(i mean glorietta and powerplant) i get the priveledge to stall them for 3 days til i make up my freaking mind, which means convincing myself to go broke. To an impulsive-highly-in-debt shopper like me, RESERVATION IS VITAL. Besides, zara shop here is filled with snotty, big-breasted women with serious silicone injected lips... i stand in line with them looking like a lolita (what an ego boost).
10. Being able to afford a manicure or a day at the spa
I know this sounds irritating and a bit spoiled. But seriously, my ingrown and kalyos(plural form) are a major issue. Try walking or better yet dancing in this state, and you'll realize that this is a serious subject. Anything that disables you physically should never be taken lightly. Now with that said, can i afford to spend 1,300pesos weekly on a freaking manicure and pedicure? No. And speaking of spoiling myself rotten, i had to make do with the 15-minute massage stall they set-up right smack in the middle of the mall, where indians line up to watch you being rubbed as your ass wiggled. It's tragic.
P.S.
Despite being broke and missing these little luxuries and cheap thrills, truth be told i've never been happier :) Leaving home and embarking on this path is by far the biggest risk i ever took in my life and is my most liberating experience to date. If there is anything I wished i can take with me wherever i go, it would be my best friends. I feel almost uncertain i'd find anything as good as them.. (i'm not drunk).
monique♥ 12:20 pm
